Oh, Paris. I fell in love with you at first sight.
Your architecture, your food, your wine, people, museums, your Eiffel Tower, your pastries, coffee, the beautiful people, everything is magical.
I don’t think I can accurately put into words just how much I love Paris, France. While I was studying abroad in London, a 4 day trip to Paris was included in our tuition price. And honestly, it was the trip I was really waiting for. Don’t get me wrong, I loved London, Milan, and Greece, but there’s always been something about Paris that I’ve always loved.
Being a huge follower of fashion, I already knew that Paris is home to some of the trendiest and hippest people there are. And I wasn’t wrong. As soon as I stepped off of the train in Paris, I was surrounded by such beautiful men and women, all dressed to the nines. There was no way any of them ever just walk around in sweat pants like some people do in America. Women wore skinny jeans with boots, lots of black, makeup on, and it seemed always a splash of perfume. Men wore their clothes perfectly tailored, never a sagging pant or too large shirt in sight. And it’s just effortless. No one looks like they’re ‘trying’ to be fashionable, they just…are. I vowed to never ever, ever again wear sweat pants in public from that moment on. And I haven’t. Except for when I am going to the gym…that doesn’t count right? Right?!
“Sweatpants are a sign of defeat. You lost control of your life so you bought some sweatpants.” Karl Lagerfeld
Uncle Karl knows best, folks. Wouldn’t be a proper post about Paris without a quote from Chanel’s head honcho.
During the four short days I was there, I managed to hit all of the major tourist attractions: The Eiffel Tower, The Arc de Triomphe, the Louvre, Musée d’Orsay (which is by FAR my all time favorite museum, I fell in love), Versailles. I walked along the River Seine drinking some of the best coffee I’ve ever had in my life. I talked with an adorable French man in a cafe in the Latin Quarter, helping him with his English. I drank copious amounts of delicious wine. I spent too much money on lacy French underwear. Lacy French underwear is always worth it.
As I had dinner with a friend on the Champs-Elysées, I realized Paris is a city I could see myself permanently living in. Even just hearing someone talk about Paris brings back memories so strong I can’t even make out words, just high pitched squeals of gibberish. Have you ever felt that way before?
Until I can make it there again, I’ll just have to live vicariously through Patricia from In Search Of Mermaids. She’s going to Paris for a month and I wish I could hide in her suitcase.
But, I’ve heard that Buenos Aires is the ‘Paris’ of South America. If this is true, then be still my heart! I just may never come back ;).
What is your all time favorite city you have visited? Let me know in the comments!